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As that second amazing orgasm began to subside Matt used his unoccupied hand to tilt my chin up and lowered his lips to mine. His kiss was long and passionate, our tongues dancing together as our hands continued to explore each other’s bodies. We continued to kiss and touch and hold each other. I was basking in the glow of the two mind-numbing orgasms he had brought me to; I’m not sure what he was basking in, since he was still powerfully hard and aroused in my hands, but he seemed perfectly satisfied to just kiss and touch, at least for now.
I thrilled to the feel of his arousal; I hate to use the word ‘throbbing’ to describe how his erection felt, because it sounds too much like what you might read in some cheesy romance novel with a picture of some long-haired hunk in a torn shirt on the cover, but that IS what it was doing! He was so hugely, achingly rock hard in my hand, my fingers straining to reach around his thickness, that it was almost as if I could feel his red pumping, and the beat of his racing heart. My body was announcing to me, loud and clear, that it wanted to feel that hardness inside of me, that I should straddle him and take his big cock where I really wanted and needed it, but this was not the time or place. It would be too awkward, too exposing, too obvious; even a casual observer or passerby would know that position instantly, and an arrest for lewd conduct or some such thing would be very difficult to explain!
Instead I just enjoyed the feel of him, and the knowledge that his extreme arousal was due to little ol’ me, and the feeling of his fingers exploring my pussy as we kissed and held each other. He broke off the kiss for a moment, long enough to nuzzle my neck. I felt his hot breath on my skin, and the sensation of his lips brushing me, first my neck, then my ear, and then down to my collarbone, seeming to leave a trail of sparking embers everywhere he touched.
He tugged my blouse up, exposing my breasts, nipples erect and ready, and when his lips closed over the left one I moaned and pushed against him. It was exactly the right thing for him to do at that moment, and my body quickly affirmed that for him. He broke from my hard nipple for just a moment, a small smile turning his lips up at the corners. “I love a woman who isn’t afraid to show that she appreciates a good orgasm!”
As he again sucked my nipple into his hungry mouth – my right one this time – I gasped and pushed my hips forward, impaling myself more deeply on his finger. “Oooohh, god, then you’re really going to love what’s coming next!”
He didn’t break his suction on my nipple, but I heard his low chuckle deep in his throat. His teeth lightly grazed my sensitive nipple and his fingers stroked all the right places inside of me as his thumb manipulated my hard little clit, and the orgasm crested and rolled over me like the surf breaking over a reef. “Ohhh, my god, yes, yes, ohhh, yes! Oh god, Matt!”
I was furiously stroking his huge cock as I came, my orgasm rolling through me, the pace of the waves of pleasure and my own contractions keeping time with the movements of my hand. I was vaguely aware of his cock pulsing in my hand, thickening and hardening even more if that was possible, but I didn’t fully grasp the significance of those sensations until I felt the hot splash of his cum on my arm. It was his turn to groan, and to push against me as he came, demanding that I continue to stroke him through his own pleasure, his own climax. Once again he proved to be a copious ejaculator, his semen pretty much covering my hand and forearm with plenty left over to spurt onto his shirt tails and the front of his pants. The feel of his thick hardness, now coated in wet, slippery cum as it slid through my hand, did nothing to calm my own orgasm, the receding waves of which continued to rack my body as he spasmed and spurted helplessly all over the place!
The feel of his thick cock, huge and pulsing, slick with the results of his own arousal, was one of the more sensuous sensations I have ever experienced. I didn’t want to stop stroking it, almost needing to feel him, hot, wet, and slippery in my hands. Fortunately, I recalled that he claimed to enjoy the after-touching, the sensations that come with being touched or with slowly continuing to make love after he climaxed; some men, including Ben, apparently find that too intense, their cocks too sensitive right after ejaculating. Matt was not one of those men, and he groaned appreciatively as I continued to pump his hard penis and fondle his heavy balls.
He slowly withdrew his fingers from me, as gently as was possible, but I still gasped slightly at the sense of loss as they slipped free. It wasn’t that I wasn’t done, because I was (probably) but they had felt so good inside of me! He groaned again as I stroked him, sensing that thick rubbery feeling of post-climax relaxation slowly taking over his cock. He kissed my neck again, pulling my blouse down over my hard, wet nipples. He exhaled loudly. “Damn, I didn’t really intend to cum just then, but when you did it just kind of pushed me over the edge!”
I giggled. “It’s OK, you earned it; I came three times. Three really good times!” I looked down at his crotch, sodden wet and with large, glistening white pearls and streaks of his semen pretty much everywhere. “You made quite a mess though!”
He looked at himself. “Boy, I sure did! You could have popped it in your mouth again, you know.”
I laughed again. “Oh, so now it’s my fault that you cum like a fire hose! I didn’t even know you were cumming until I felt it spray on my arm – you could warn a girl, you know!”
“True enough – and it’s not like it’s the first time I’ve ever gotten cum on myself. Fortunately everything I’m wearing is washable. Maybe I can learn to cum less.”
“You can do that?”
He shrugged, still looking down at the wet mess on his lap and his slowly softening cock. “I don’t know, maybe. I’ll just have to keep telling myself ‘don’t cum so much, don’t cum so much’, see if that works.”
I laughed. “The power of negative thinking, huh? I don’t think it works that way.”
He sighed theatrically. “Probably not. Oh well, that felt really good so it was well worth it, and you will be relieved to know that usually by the third or fourth time the volume does seem to taper off.”
“Third or fourth time? Now you’re just bragging! Not sure I’m buying it!”
“Hey, don’t be mean! You just came three times, why shouldn’t I?”
I patted his shrinking and softening penis before wiping his cum off my hand and onto his already soaked shirt. “You have certain, ahhh… physical limitations that I don’t have, as you can see. I suppose maybe if you took a short nap or something…”
He laughed. “Listen to you, busting my balls for being normal!”
“That’s not true! Actually I quite admire your balls, although they’re a bit sticky and gooey at the moment.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“I prefer to think of it as taking credit rather than assigning blame. I’ll happily take the credit; and now, if you’ll put that thing away, we should probably get going.”
“I suppose.” He paused, reaching across to caress my cheek. “I really enjoyed that, even if we were acting like teenagers and taking a chance of getting caught.”
I leaned my cheek against his fingers, smelling the softly musky scent of my own sex on them. “Me too. It was pretty stupid though, impulsive; I’m not usually like that, but I was so damn turned on!”
He grinned. “I could tell, and I know that’s not the way you usually behave. The threat of discovery kind of adds a certain edginess to it though, doesn’t it?”
“Mmm, I guess so – right up until you get caught, and then there’s the embarrassment and pain that comes with that. Speaking of which, can I have my panties back now?”
“Umm, no, I don’t think so. I think they blew out of the car back there, when we pulled out of the hotel parking lot.”
“Matt!”
“Relax, I’m kidding! They’re right here in my pocket still - thought maybe I’d keep them as a souvenir.”
“I don’t think it would be a real good idea for me to show up at home without panties.”
“See, there’s the difference between us! I think you showing up anywhere without panties is a good idea.”
“Matt!” I felt obligated to object as though I was shocked at his comment, even though it sent a small thrill through me. The fact was, as much as I seemed to be enthralled by his physical interest in me, and mine in him, I would probably show up sans panties just about anywhere he asked me to. I recognize that a part of that was the excitement of someone new, the fresh bloom of a new sexual relationship that would undoubtedly fade, at least a little, with time, but at the moment it was a very heady and intoxicating thing; something for which, clearly, I was willing to take risks that I would never have considered without that physical pull.
“Ok, I’ll think about it; maybe you can have them back, if you ask real nice and offer me the proper bribe. In the meantime, shouldn’t you be phoning in that pizza order?”
“Oh yeah, I’d better do that!” He started the Jeep as I turned in my seat, leaning over the back to reach my purse, which held my phone. As he began to slowly roll forward, I felt his hand caress my exposed bottom, his fingers grazing lightly across my wet and still-sensitive pussy lips, still puffy and hot with the aftermath of our little petting session.
When he felt my involuntary shudder and heard my low moan, he laughed. “Damn, you really could go again right now, couldn’t you? Amazing!”
I pushed his hand away and turned, lowering myself back into my seat properly. “Yes, I could, but no, I can’t; we need to get going. Besides, you’re down for the count – and aren’t you going to put that thing away?” To my amazement he had started to drive away with his pants still fully open, his now-flaccid cock and heavy scrotum fully exposed.
He glanced down at himself, and then at me. “Kind of thought maybe I’d let things dry a little first.”
“You can’t go out on the streets like that!”
“Actually, I can.”
“You know what I mean – you shouldn’t. Some kid could see, or you could get us arrested – or you could get stung by a bee. “
He braked the car to a stop alongside the near-vacant building, nodding but laughing. “Valid points, especially that last one.” He began to tuck himself away, rising up in his seat to pull his pants into place and get them zipped. “That may be the first time I’ve ever had a woman tell me to put it away rather than take it out. Not sure I like it, but you do make a good point.”
I laughed. “Is that so? Don’t worry, I’m sure there will be plenty of chances for me to ask you to ‘take it out’, as you put it, but at the right time – and place. I was definitely right, by the way – you are most assuredly an exhibitionist!”
He shrugged, smiling that easy smile again. “I was always taught that it was nice to share. Hey, don’t you have a pizzeria to call?”
“Oh yeah, I keep forgetting! You must be hungry, the way you keep reminding me.” As he pulled out of the lot I called Lizzie’s and ordered two large pizzas, one with the toppings that I knew we liked and one, after consulting him, with Matt’s favorites. They gave me an estimate of thirty minutes, which was good because we were at least twenty minutes away from their location.
We rode in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company. Eventually I looked over at him, and couldn’t help but notice how wet he still was with his own copious fluids. At least now it was just wet spots, the pearly white droplets having liquefied and soaked in. “I really am sorry for doing that to you, I had no idea that you were that close - or that there would be that much!”
He glanced at me, surprised. “Don’t be! I knew what was coming; if I was concerned about it I could have, umm, made other arrangements. It’s no big deal – don’t cry over spilled semen, as it were.”
I laughed. “Tacky!”
He shook his head. “No, not too bad – just wet.”
That made me laugh again. “You are so gross!” As I spoke I reached up to adjust my sunglasses; I could smell the scent of his semen on my hand, a powerfully masculine muskiness that sent a quiver of arousal through me, despite our just-completed activities. “That was wonderful, Matt – incredible, even, but it was also pretty stupid. We really need to be more discreet, more careful. Being that impetuous and spontaneous can be fun, but we just can’t risk it. I can’t.”
He didn’t say anything right away, but then I really hadn’t posed it as a question. When he did speak he seemed to agree with me. “No, you’re right, of course, but I tend to get caught up in the moment. Do you suppose that if we do this for awhile – have an affair, I mean, because that’s really what this is – that we will eventually tone it down and learn to control those wild impulses?”
It was my turn to stop and consider his words – and he had posed it as a question, and was clearly expecting an answer. First, he had used the “affair” word, which I had of course subconsciously already accepted, but hearing it openly still gave me a renewed sense of guilt, and more than a little bit of self-loathing. I had never considered myself an “affair” type of permister, had always thought that that it was something other, less honorable and less honest people did. Now I found myself deeply involved in one, and enjoying it on many levels, rationalizing my own behavior in order to justify continuing.
As far as his actual question was concerned…”Well, I suppose we probably will, when the newness starts to wear off, but in another way I hope not. It should be exciting, right? I mean, if not for that sense of excitement and risk, and illicit thrills, it’s just sex, right?”
He laughed. “Well, I wouldn’t have said just sex, not like that, because it is pretty damn good sex, if I do say so myself. But yeah, I see your point, from your perspective. You do have a guy at home that has everything I’ve got, after all.”
“Well, not really. Not everything.” I don’t know why I said that. It was true, but by cheating on Ben with Matt I had already probably reduced him in a way I never could have imagined myself doing. By belittling his abilities, or his physical endowments, I was only adding insult to injury, even if only in my own mind. Thank god Ben did not know any of this!
Matt said nothing, but I felt obliged to explain. I should have just let it pass. “He’s not as well endowed as you, Matt, OK? He’s normal – average I guess, but you’re just more gifted in that area; sheer luck, roll of the dice, whatever. I always told myself that size wasn’t that big a deal, that it really wasn’t that important to me, but it turns out I was kidding myself about that – about so many things, I’m starting to realize.”
He nodded. “Like you said Laura, it’s just chance, and maybe genetics. I didn’t do anything except grow up, like every other kid. I’m not really that big anyhow, you know, just kinda-sorta. So Ben’s not real tiny though, huh?”
“No! No, of course not, just average, like I said. You’re big Matt, maybe a couple of inches more than him, and lots thicker. I never thought it would make much of a difference, but it does. Boy, does it ever! A lot of it is mental, the feel and the visuals, but it makes a difference otherwise too. It surprised me, but I won’t pretend that I haven’t enjoyed it. A lot.”
He hesitated. “Well… I’m glad, I guess. Glad you’ve enjoyed it.” He paused, then continued. “So your reservations about all this aren’t based on the physical aspects, at least?”
I laughed. “No, not at all! Does your ego really need that kind of stroking?”
He chuckled ruefully. “Well, it never hurts to hear it, so I suppose so. Us guys are like that.” Again he hesitated before going on. “But you still have a lot of mental reservations, from the sound of it.”
He had made it a statement, and I considered his words before answering. “Yes, I do. Do you think I’m over-analyzing it?”
He shrugged. “You probably are, but you have to – it’s who you are, and in your position I’d probably do the same. Look, whatever you decide, I’m fine with it, I’ve told you that. We’ll still be friends, no matter what, but if we stop now I won’t stop wanting you. I just thought you should know.”
His words – and his honesty – sent a thrill through me, and made me realize that I felt exactly the same way. I knew that if we remained friends, both of us wanting the other sexually would lead us right back to this same place – and, as I was not ready to give up our friendship, there was no sense in trying to kid myself any longer. “Yeah, OK, you’re right. We can’t stop, and in truth I don’t want to. Make a reservation for us at the hotel for the next time you’re home – on a weekday, so Ben will be at work – and let’s see how it goes. God, I still can’t believe we’re doing this!”
He smiled. “I can. I think it was inevitable from the first time I saw you. In the meantime, here we are at Lizzie’s – I’m going to let you go in and fetch the pizzas, since I seem to still have something spilled all over me that looks very suspicious based on the epicenter of the spill. I’ll wait out here.”
I laughed. “You have a very nice epicenter, in case nobody has ever told you that. Can I please have my panties now?”
“Mmmm, no, I don’t think so. Ask me again when you get back, and maybe I’ll reconsider.”
“So you expect me to go waltzing in there with no panties on, just like that?”
“Well, you don’t have to waltz – that would look silly – but otherwise yeah, pretty much. While I’m waiting I’ll try not to think about you standing there all naked under your skirt. I’ll no doubt fail, but I’ll try.”
This playful and daring side of him was somewhat of a surprise, and it was a little bit disconcerting (or maybe frustrating is a better word), but it was fun too, and two could play. “OK, have it your way. Try not to embarrass yourself by growing a tent in your pants thinking about my wet little pussy.”
“No problem; I’ll just re-adjust so that it pokes out the leg instead. I seem to recall that you enjoy that look.”
“Mmmm, very much!” I slid out of the Jeep, doing my best not to flash my bare sex at the world at large. As I walked away from him I exaggerated the swing of my bottom just a little for his benefit, adding an extra wiggle. He noticed, and gave a short tap on the car’s horn to express his appreciation. Beyond the sex with Matt being all I could have asked for and more, this was turning out to be kind of fun!
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The guy at Lizzie´s - well...did he realize something or just anything - smell or feel something about my state of arousal? Anyway, I grabbed the pizza cartons, paid and sped back into Matt´s jeep. "Off we go," he said in a tone that made me shiver, because how would the three of us confront the situation that had developed within some weeks? Could Matt face my suspicious-minded hubby - was he really the easy going alpha male? Did his transgression of social rules lie heavy on him? Would a divorce become inevitable, I wondered. Would Matt really want me as his legal wife? Would Ben let me go like this? How many crimes - I recalled from newspaper and police reports - how many crimes had been committed out of jealousy? I wondered in how far the sexual motive may have played a major role for those crimes. I had to fully understand in how far the sexual motive would play a role in this special case of ours. Was I the keystone? Sure I was - I was in the role of the permister who had to take her choices. Or rather I had already taken my choice. I had intended to end up the story with Matt and now he was not any more a mere "story" but my salvation in terms of sexuality. But what did I need more than just sexuality? As a pilot he may be very experienced not just in his professional field - no fear of flying, for sure...he must have crossed continents, slept in hotels, he must have been in contact with a large number of female partners - inevitably so. Whereas I was a simple wife - a housewife - the lowest species. And here I was now - awakened by a successful seducer, an interesting, potent alpha male...was I in love...? Matt steered the car more cautiously through the streets that brought us closer to our respective homes. How had everything changed!..."Having the blues?" asked Matt still adjusting his impressive genital in his trousers. "Matt, dear," I ejaculated,
"how do you feel now, you will confront Ben in some minutes, eat at our table...how...?" Matt smiled at me with his heartbreaker smile that lay me flat: "Laura, perhaps we should pretend to have had a quarrel...we could play safe...like that..." I wondered if this new strategy would lead to a fake
relation between the three of us. Could I do this to Ben - did I still really, really love him? I was not so sure from this moment on, since guilt and bad conscience had been working their due in my soul and I sat there on a seat which had witnessed our lovemaking and orgasmic pleasure. I felt empty and strong simultaneously - no man can ever understand this web in which a female soul can be entangled. I had found out that my body had its own life, giving and receiving signals that went far beyond male understanding. Matt could manipulate me for the moment - he seemed to be unaware in how far I was at his disposal. I doubted if Ben had ever wanted to or been able to manipulate me in this deepgoing way. He seemed to be so self-conscious, so aware of something. He must have felt his lack of sexual prowess, stemming from a complex about his relatively small penis. There was this fact and it could not be dealt with adequately.
I brushed away these thoughts and set on a hilarious mood on my face - we drove the last couple of yards rather gloomily, Ben waved at us from the front porch - poor devil: he must have been waiting for quite some time...but worse, still, was that he had a pair of boxer shorts on that left nothing to the imagination (in stark contrast to Matt!) - and a tank top that simply would not fit - neither the occasion - nor his body. His obvious hilarity made me shiver - how could I confront his questions? I was dripping wet - I could not possibly steal into our douche - passing by "my douchebag". I felt I was angry and disappointed - at myself? I wonder. Matt jumped out of the seat like a cowboy from his horse and I climbed out, avoiding eyecontact with Matt. He uneasily stepped towards me and I had to come out with our lie: "Well, Ben, I find we should have out meal alone, there has been a ... squabble...a..." Matt jumped in: "I have to apologize, I must admit I was too fresh and too assertive, I can only apologize, so that´s it." Ben´s face lit up: "Come on, Matt, Laura is an easygoing woman, she certainly will not be uptight, I have known her for quite some time...hehe...what´s the matter?" I placed myself right in front of him, an ugly scene would follow, funny as it would appear to a neutral bystander: Matt and his pizzacartons, myself and my hubby close and close, and the expressions on our respective faces...must have been quite a treat for
Shari - whose windows did not grant her the sight of her life. A few moments of silence reigned and I was about to send Matt back to his house, when Ben bade us in. He had the table laid, a fine bottle of German red wine (we had such expensive stuff at home, I wondered?) and our nicest cutlery were laid. Clumsily we all sat down, I felt with a sudden pang the wetness in my pants and the fear that I could wet the seat and create a mess that would not simply dry off. Matt handed Ben the cartons as if it was clearly his business as the housewife to unpack the pizzas and dispose of the cartons - which he did. We sat silently, Matt filling my glass to the brim and helping himself. Ben came back from the kitchen and caught me making a sign to Matt. "Your communication is okay again?" he croaked and looked helpless like a small young. I stared into my plate and became aware of a strong desire building up in my body, right there in my middle, in my sore inner world - literally and physically speaking. Matt cut a piece and chewed and drank of the wine - he actually drowned the wine and looked around our table. "Ben, you would please..." and Matt made a sign towards the salt and pepper stand on the sideboard. Ben jumped up and, leaving his fork in his pizza, ran to serve Matt, who gave me a nice sardonic smile. "So what´s the matter with you, please tell me..." Ben went on uneasily. He must have smelled the scent of sex, seen Matt´s crumpled shorts and as he sat there in his Daisy Duke tank top (I sure am
going too far in my description) he was obviously waiting for the big thing to happen. And something was building up, I had sort of a foreboding. And just as I was starting to tell the plain truth, Matt was giving the whole thing a different direction, though we should have deliberated beforehand - but could I blame Matt? He munched and pressed his fists into our table as if he were to stand up. "Ben, your wifey is magnificent, outstanding, provocative in any sense! Do you know that?" Benn mumred a "Uhuh" and glanced in my direction - was that fear in his eyes? I found his tank top so ridiculous, I started to hate him for this and for that and ... my mind was racing, anyhow. "Well, a friend of mine, Ryan, that´s where we went for the fish tank equipment, you know..." Ben hurriedly and sheepishly nodded and stopped eating. "Well, you know, he made Laura a very explicit compliment." Matt took another slice of his pizza and looked at it as if to find the answer there. I had the strong impression that Matt was playing a game at which he was the master and Ben and I still had to be filled in about the rules of it. "What did he say, was it really so gross?" Ben said in a very nervous tone. "See, Ben, your wife is very nice and sexy, she cannot avoid getting all the attention certain guys can give her. I do not exclude myself...but I was a bit slow to defend Laura, I guess, I liked the tension that built up between her, Ryan and myself. And, you know, the room is hot, the light is low in his shop and in the corner he ..." Matt took another slice and chewed and swallowed and waited. Ben - in an unexplicable suspense - hung at his lips. "He did what?..." "Grabbed her ass..." I howled: "Matt, you´re being gross!" Ben calmed me down: "Laura, it´s okay, I know you are sexy, very sexy and I know - excuse me for being so explicit - that many men would love to ... uhm," he grinned delightedly, "I guess they would give their right arm for the priviledge to..." Matt took the glass of wine and cheered to Ben and raised his voice: "Ben you are clever, you are my friend, we understand each other!" Ben rose visibly in the glow of this friendship with an alpha male and I felt somewhat between ashamed and excited - was Ben so intimidated by this strong big fellow? I remembered the name of the fish and applied it to Ben - in my mind I said to him in this very moment: `Ben, you are a a Percula clown fish, how can you be so submissive?´ Was it the feeling that emanated from Matt, his charisma, his supreme power...could Ben sense it? But Ben wanted to go all the way. He forgot to bite off another morsel from his pizza, he seemed to be in a sort of trance: "And you, Matt, what did you do? Was there a problem between you and Laura? I would hate to see our friendship in danger..." Matt looked at me and I sank deeper into the seat, when had I ever felt so self-conscious in my own drawing room? I was marked by Matt´s love or "love" and his semen and I was confronted with my inquisitive husband - but - was he inquisitive in the true sense of the term? Before I could give an answer, Matt waved his fork in the air, as if to harpoon an answer from there: "I was excited too, and on our way back here..." I screamed out: "NO, Matt, don´t...!" But Ben smiled again so sheepishly and Matt droned on: "Well the shop and all the intimacy of the place made her somewhat dizzy and since I wanted to take a shortcut to Lizzie´s - for the pizza, you know, as I wanted to hurry, it was then...that we..." He smiled and reached out for my arm: "Say it, Laura, you are not a teenager any more..." Ben stopped moving, perhaps breathing, Matt felt strong and dominant - and that was the moment, when his dominance became a reality to me and to Ben too, he kept us, he had enticed, mesmerized the two of us, me first and now Ben - as he looked at Matt like the rabbit at the snake...
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